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Hearing this, Qin Sang's eyes narrowed, and hesitation appeared on his face. 

Shen Jing thought Qin Sang was moved and urged him in an urgent tone, "Brother Qin, there are definitely quite a few people cooperating in the forbidden area now. You just saw how easy it is for the two of us to join forces to fight the enemy. If Brother Qin is worried, we might as well make an agreement: after killing the enemy, you and I will take turns choosing the spoils. Once we can trust each other, we can make a long-term plan." 

Qin Sang pondered for a moment, then suddenly raised his head, looking at Shen Jing with a sharp gaze. He asked, "Sister Shen, did you carve the secret mark on the top of the mountain?" 

Shen Jing was startled for a moment before realization dawned. She turned her head to look at the blurred shadow of the mountain behind her. "So, Junior Brother Qin also came from that direction. To be honest, Junior Brother Qin, after leaving the secret mark, I kept moving forward. But I didn't expect to encounter a mountain crocodile in the deep woods. It was entrenched in a deep pool. Fortunately, it was gnawing on a corpse and only glanced at me before ignoring me. I was frightened and avoided it from a distance. However, because I was panicked, I ended up being intercepted by this person." 

Fear and weakness appeared in Shen Jing's eyes, as though she was still in shock. 

"A monster beast?" 

After entering the Bagua forbidden area, Qin Sang had not yet encountered any monster beasts. This was largely due to his cautious nature—he would never take unnecessary risks or venture into areas that seemed abnormal. 

"That's right!" Shen Jing suddenly clapped her hands, speaking with excitement. "Brother Qin, the mountain crocodile only eats corpses, so the jade token must still be intact. I also heard that spiritual medicines are often found in areas where monsters reside. The Bagua forbidden land is surely no exception! With the power of our two top-grade magic weapons, even if we can't kill it, we can escape unscathed. Why don't we—" 

Shen Jing's words grew more excited, but she was suddenly interrupted by Qin Sang shaking his head. 

"If the mountain crocodile can easily kill an immortal cultivator and make Sister Shen retreat with just one glance, I'm afraid it won't be that simple. Uncle Yue once said there are many monsters in the later and peak stages of the Mortal Demon realm in the forbidden land. There are plenty of jade tokens available—why take such a risk for one? As for spiritual medicine, only a few can directly improve cultivation. You and I are not alchemists. What's the point of snatching it now?" 

Qin Sang knew well how formidable the participants of the Ascension Conference were. Even poor and sloppy cultivators often had methods to preserve their lives. 

The mountain crocodile's ability to kill an immortal cultivator without any injury attested to its strength. 

Shen Jing laughed dryly, her expression embarrassed. "Brother Qin is right. I was too reckless." 

Recklessness—it was simply the intoxicating allure of fame and the greed for wealth. After all, cultivators were merely mortals wielding great power. 

Qin Sang smiled faintly and continued examining the mustard bag of the man in the bamboo hat. His spiritual sense soon detected two jade tokens inside. It seemed this man had already defeated an opponent, only to meet his end against Qin Sang and Shen Jing. 

Seeing the two jade tokens in Qin Sang's hand, Shen Jing's eyes flashed with envy. But soon, a determined look appeared on her face, and she remained silent. 

Qin Sang noticed this and nodded subtly. Then, he took out a low-grade spiritual sword from the man's mustard bag and tossed it to Shen Jing. "Sister Shen, use this magic weapon for now to defend yourself. We may face several tough battles ahead, so it's best if we cooperate closely." 

With that, Qin Sang switched to the green wave sword of the man in the bamboo hat. Activating his escape technique, he flew out of the mountain stream. 

Shen Jing accepted the spirit sword, her face lighting up with joy. Just as she was about to speak, she saw Qin Sang's figure growing distant. Hurriedly, she stomped her foot and chased after him. 

The two traveled one in front of the other, with Qin Sang keeping a deliberate distance from Shen Jing. 

Qin Sang's Cloud Escape technique was superior to Shen Jing's, so he let her take the lead, displaying her presence while he concealed his aura and followed from behind. 

But it seemed as though everyone else had vanished. The two walked for some time without encountering another soul. 

As Qin Sang secretly frowned, debating whether to change direction, Shen Jing, ahead of him, climbed over a hill. Suddenly, she stopped and called out, "Junior Brother Qin, there seems to be a mountain ahead." 

Qin Sang leaped to the treetops, and sure enough, he saw a jagged mountain at the edge of his vision. 

Now that he had Shen Jing as an ally, meeting others sooner rather than later was ideal. Wanting a better view of the terrain, Qin Sang said, "Senior Sister, wait for me at the foot of the mountain." 

Shen Jing agreed readily. Both quickly arrived at the mountain's base, where Shen Jing found a hiding spot while Qin Sang ascended. 

Standing atop the mountain, he realized they were near the edge of the range. A few more mountains ahead lay a vast plain covered in tall, swaying weeds. 

This plain, with no cover besides the grass, was ideal for trapping prey. Qin Sang smiled at the thought and prepared to descend to inform Shen Jing. 

But a loud commotion at the mountain's base halted him. 

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Shen Jing held her bronze mirror in her hand, staring at the mirror array nervously. 

She tapped the bronze mirror several times and watched as it flew into the air, covering the top of the mirror array and filling the only gap. 

The trembling bronze mirrors immediately steadied, spewing out more black mist. So much mist gathered in one place that it formed a dense black iron curtain. 

Sweat beaded on Shen Jing's forehead. She finally sighed in relief and muttered, "Junior Brother Qin, it's really not easy to outwit you." 

A hint of hesitation crossed her face before she slapped the mustard bag at her side. An ice crystal arrow flew out, gleaming like frost. She poured spiritual power into the arrow, causing its tip to emit a cold light. The arrow shot into the sky and exploded with a loud *bang*, shaking the mountains and forests. Shards of ice scattered like fireworks. 

Moments later, a gray gust of wind howled from the direction they had come. It soon landed in front of Shen Jing. The wind abruptly stopped, coalescing into a wisp that was promptly sucked into the stomach of a young man. 

The man carried a sword on his back, and a small green snake coiled around his left arm. 

The snake hissed, flicking its tongue, then sprang off his arm. It landed on Shen Jing's hand, rubbing its little head affectionately against her palm. 

The man stared at Shen Jing, his expression filled with displeasure. "Junior Sister Shen, I told you I only needed a few hours to refine the hundred-year-old stone milk. Once I break through to the seventh level, collecting jade tokens for both of us will be easy. Why did you have the green snake wake me up now?" 

Shen Jing turned her head sharply and snorted. "The stone milk can wait. Or are you saying my life is less important than a few drops of stone milk?" 

The man's face turned awkward. After a moment of hesitation, he walked over to Shen Jing, awkwardly placing his hands on her shoulders. He tried to comfort her in a soft voice. "Junior Sister, I understand. The Bagua Forbidden Land is crawling with masters. If we can't enter Yuanzhao Gate, I don't want to think about how the old ghosts of Kuiyin Sect will deal with us. But this man... you've already trapped him easily with the Bewitching Mirror. Why are you still afraid of him?" 

Inside the mirror array, Qin Sang heard the conversation clearly. His heart sank. 

The man was Yang Yuanzang, a fellow disciple from Kuiyin Sect and the one who had obtained the Chilong Sword from the Sect Master's cave. 

Qin Sang's expression darkened as understanding dawned on him. These two had been working together for a long time, and it was no coincidence they had fallen into the same area. 

He glanced at the black mist barrier surrounding him. The trap had been meticulously planned. 

The golden rings from the earlier fight hadn't come from the Bewitching Mirror at all. Shen Jing must have had another defensive magic weapon, cleverly hiding the true purpose of the Bewitching Mirror. Her act had been flawless—pretending weakness and lowering his guard. 

Qin Sang sighed deeply, frowning as unease crept in. He faced two fellow disciples armed with top-tier magic weapons. How could he escape? 

The mist appeared to have no effect other than trapping him. Qin Sang felt like he was confined in a hollow iron sphere. Wisps of mist drifted toward him, bone-chilling but otherwise harmless. 

He waved his hand, unleashing a stream of cold air that transformed into icicles. However, the icicles shattered upon striking the mist barrier. 

Outside, the mirror array trembled slightly. 

Shen Jing's eyes widened, and she pointed at the array. "Easy? Do you even know who this person is?" 

Yang Yuanzang looked puzzled. "Could it be...?" 

Shen Jing nodded. "It's our fellow apprentice, Qin Sang!" 

"The one who fainted in the master's cave?" Yang Yuanzang laughed, recalling the incident. "I remember Uncle Yue said he had five-element spiritual roots. Somehow, he got lucky by consuming a strange fruit and stumbled onto the path of immortality. This cowardly little mouse isn't worth worrying about." 

Shen Jing snorted. "If you keep underestimating people like this, you'll fall flat on your face one day. Junior Brother Qin is no ordinary opponent. I had to exhaust every effort to gain his trust, and even then, I couldn't leave a secret mark on him. He wasn't even tempted by jade tokens or spiritual medicine. I barely managed to set up the Bewitching Mirror!" 

Yang Yuanzang's face darkened. "What methods did you use to gain his trust? Don't tell me you—" 

"Who do you think I am?" Shen Jing's face was filled with grievance, tears welling up. "Ever since I gave myself to you, I've been devoted to you! After being coerced by Junior Brother Qin, I could only pretend to cooperate and immediately sent the green snake to summon you. I never stopped trying to escape, yet you still doubt me?" 

Seeing her tears, Yang Yuanzang's arrogance evaporated. He repeatedly apologized before growling, "Junior Sister Shen, open the mirror array! How dare he coerce you? I'll cut him down with the Chilong Sword and avenge you!" 

"You're so impulsive!" Shen Jing glared at him. "Why rush? I suspect Qin Sang's winged magic weapon allows him to escape easily. Let him remain trapped in the array for now. The mist will confuse his soul soon enough. Once he's weakened, we can take his three jade tokens." 

Yang Yuanzang's eyes brightened. "Three jade tokens? With ours, that makes seven!" 

Shen Jing smiled and nodded. 

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Inside the mirror array, Qin Sang created a bluish-white cold wind from shattered ice fragments. The wind filled the confined space, crashing against the mist barrier and obstructing visibility. 

Sitting cross-legged, he gripped a spiritual stone in each hand. Before him hovered his ebony sword, glowing with an increasingly intense brilliance. The blade quivered, unable to suppress its thirst for battle. 

Initially, Qin Sang had planned to wait for Shen Jing to open the array and escape with his Falling Cloud Wings. But after hearing the conversation outside, he changed his mind. 

The mist had no apparent effect on his mind; his thoughts were crystal clear. Determined, Qin Sang channeled spiritual power into the ebony sword, enduring the agonizing pain of his overloaded meridians. His qi sea felt on the verge of bursting, but he clenched his teeth and pressed on, his calm gaze betraying no sign of despair. 

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The noise in the mirror array grew smaller and smaller, and finally, it became completely silent.

The two looked at each other, and Shen Jing said, "Brother Yang, I will open the Confusion Mirror now. Don't let him escape."

Yang Yuanzang nodded nonchalantly. The Chilong Sword in his hand suddenly emitted a vigorous dragon roar. The cold air surrounding the sword raised its head and glared at the sky, roaring like thunder.

Shen Jing took a deep breath and waved her hand gently. The top bronze mirror shot through the air and landed in her palm. She grabbed the mirror and shone it toward the mirror array, shouting softly, "Collect!"

"Swoosh..."

All the bronze mirrors flew back at once, stacking one on top of another, and finally merging into one.

Without the support of the mirror array, the fog collapsed immediately. The thick fog exploded instantly as if boiling, raising a mad wolf. The surging waves seemed to seal an evil dragon, one about to break free.

"Wow!"

The cold wind, like a knife, broke through the black fog. Bluish-white cold air wrapped in countless icicles tore through the fog, almost covering the sky and the sun, with the force to destroy everything in the valley.

Shen Jing's face changed immediately, and she screamed, "Brother Yang, hurry up!"

Yang Yuanzang's eyes narrowed slightly. He stomped on the ground suddenly. His figure shot into the air, and the Chilong Sword in his hand easily broke through the icicles blocking the way. The cold air on the sword gathered into a larger ice sword, shining with a cold light, fierce and unmatched.

Just as he was about to swing his sword to cut through the cold air, Yang Yuanzang suddenly had a thought. He glimpsed a figure in the icicles on the other side of the valley, fleeing without looking back under the cover of the ice. Yang Yuanzang put away the Chilong Sword, sneered, and a gust of wind appeared under his feet. His speed soared, and his figure flashed, appearing behind the fleeing figure in an instant. He swung his sword without hesitation.

Just as he was about to cut Qin Sang in half with the Chilong Sword, Yang Yuanzang smiled, but then he heard Shen Jing shout from behind, "Brother Yang, be careful!"

At the moment Yang Yuanzang gave chase, a black light shot out from the center of the cold air.

Within the black light was a small flying sword!

The speed of the flying sword was astonishing. The moment Shen Jing noticed it, it was too late to rush to help.

Yang Yuanzang was shocked. He could already feel the sharp energy coming from behind. He twisted his upper body suddenly and saw an ebony flying sword heading straight for his chest. It was already within reach.

Yang Yuanzang shouted, and the veins on his arms bulged. He quickly withdrew the Chilong Sword that had already been swung and held it across his chest.

At the critical moment, though the Chilong Sword barely blocked the momentum of the ebony sword, it was still struck by the force and bounced back, hitting Yang Yuanzang hard before falling to the ground.

With a muffled groan, Yang Yuanzang felt the terrifying force hit him. His body bent like a shrimp and was thrown backward like a rag, crashing into a large rock.

The ebony sword remained unyielding. It paused in mid-air before immediately pursuing him again.

Yang Yuanzang's face showed deep horror. In a panic, he managed to lift his body a few inches with the help of the virtual wind.

"Swish!"

The ebony sword was incredibly sharp, going straight through Yang Yuanzang's stomach, and blood began to seep from the wound.

Yang Yuanzang screamed in agony. At that moment, Shen Jing's figure appeared in front of him, and deep hope appeared in his eyes.

"Junior sister, save me..."

Unexpectedly, Shen Jing smiled at Yang Yuanzang, raised one hand, and plunged it directly into his stomach. Blood sprayed over Shen Jing, and when she pulled her hand out, she was holding a wisp of gray smoke.

The ebony sword then rolled back and pierced the back of Yang Yuanzang's head.

Yang Yuanzang's face was filled with terror and disbelief as he fell to the ground without a sound.

Shen Jing waved her hand and grabbed Yang Yuanzang's mustard bag, a puff of wind and smoke appearing under her feet. She retreated, seemingly refining Yang Yuanzang's Pingxu Wind.

Shen Jing's figure shot out dozens of feet and rushed toward the entrance of the valley. She glanced at the ebony sword with a wary expression, and a golden ring flew from her wrist to cover her head.

"Junior Brother Qin, how about we stop here?" Shen Jing shouted loudly toward the center of the valley.

"Huh..."

The cold wind in the valley gradually dissipated, revealing Qin Sang's figure.

He sat cross-legged on the ground, holding two spirit stones in his hands. His face was pale. He stared at Shen Jing and said in a hoarse voice, "Sister Shen is truly impressive! I'm sure Brother Zhao will regret this."

Qin Sang had not expected Shen Jing to be so cruel. She killed her ally without hesitation and took the inheritance. Qin Sang had no time to stop her.

Now that Yang Yuanzang's Fengyan magic weapon had fallen into Shen Jing's hands, if she was determined to escape, it would be difficult to stop her.

Furthermore, after controlling the ebony sword for a while, Qin Sang's spiritual power had almost been exhausted, so he had to change the spirit stones.

If he chased too far, his spiritual power and consciousness would not last.

"I just wanted to save my life. I'm not as clever as Brother Qin, who hides so deep! I warned Brother Yang not to underestimate you, but he was too arrogant. He deserved this disaster. But I didn't expect Brother Qin to have such a powerful flying sword. Could it be a talisman?"

Shen Jing stared at the ebony sword, panic flashing in her eyes.

Qin Sang's eyes narrowed. When Yue Wu had lectured, he heard his fellow disciples mention the name of the talisman.

It was said that the talisman was a kind of magical item containing part of a magic weapon's power. It could only be made by cultivators above the Jindan stage, who would sacrifice part of their magic weapons and pass it on to their descendants for self-defense. In the hands of cultivators at the Qi Refining stage, the power of the talisman would be slightly stronger than that of a top-grade magic weapon.

Qin Sang had no elders at the Jindan stage, and he had no resources to buy a talisman, so he had never seen one before.

Shen Jing misunderstood that the ebony sword was a talisman, and Qin Sang didn't clarify further. He said coldly, "Since Senior Sister Shen wants to make peace, why not leave?"

Shen Jing smiled charmingly. "Junior Brother Qin, have you forgotten our previous agreement?"

Qin Sang glanced at Yang Yuanzang's body and sneered. "I don't want to follow in Senior Brother Yang's footsteps!"

Shen Jing's eyes reddened, and she said in a pitiful tone, "Junior Brother Qin, you misunderstood me. I've always been innocent, but I was forced by Yang..."

"Enough!"

Qin Sang interrupted coldly, "I heard everything Senior Sister and Senior Brother Yang said in the formation. There's no need for any pretense."

"It turns out that Junior Brother Qin's dual-winged magic weapon really resists the bewitching effect of the God-Confusing Mirror."

The sorrowful look on Shen Jing's face disappeared immediately, and she pretended to be puzzled, saying, "Now that we know each other so well, why can't we continue to cooperate? I have nothing that can threaten you, so what are you afraid of, Junior Brother? The three of us have a total of nine jade tokens. If we get one more, we can collect all the tokens and find the entrance to the core area. Then we just need to ambush and kill one person at the entrance, and you and I can join Yuanzhaomen together. Think of how much time we could save. Why not do it?"

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"Sister Shen has such a scheme, and she has obtained Brother Yang's jade token. Why must she drag me along?"

Qin Sang looked thoughtful, but in fact, he was stalling for time, continually absorbing spiritual power from the spirit stone. Since Shen Jing didn't want to leave, then don't leave! He would never cooperate with Shen Jing again.

It's only a thousand days to be a thief; how can you guard against thieves for a thousand days?

He had to admit that facing this ruthless and superbly acting woman, Qin Sang couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

"To be honest with Brother Qin, I originally had a set of needle-shaped magic tools, which were all destroyed by Yang Yuanzang with the Chilong Sword. The Casting Gold Ring, the Confusing God Mirror, the Void Wind, and the Sand Illusion Mantra I practiced can save my life, but they are not enough to kill the enemy. I have no choice, so I want to stick with you and Brother Yang."

Shen Jing said while looking at the ground between the two of them. The Chilong Sword lay there quietly, and the Ebony Sword hovered above.

Seeing that Qin Sang ignored her, Shen Jing opened Yang Yuanzang's mustard bag, took out four jade tablets from it, and showed them to Qin Sang. "Brother Qin, I'll give you two of these four jade tablets, and I'll keep two for myself. Together with the two I have, we only need to work together to snatch one more, and then we'll jointly control it. As for the bottle of century-old stone milk, I'll give you half after you join Yuanzhao Sect. What do you think?"

Without waiting for Qin Sang to answer, Shen Jing decisively threw two of the jade tablets to Qin Sang, quietly waiting for his decision.

Qin Sang hesitated for a long time. Because the distance was too far, he couldn't use his spiritual sense to check, so he used his spiritual power to condense an avatar. The avatar walked over, grabbed the jade tablets, and found nothing unusual. The avatar flew back to Qin Sang, and Qin Sang raised his hand as if to grab the jade tablets, but suddenly stopped halfway. A gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and he shouted.

"Quick!"

The ebony sword, hovering in the air, shot out without warning.

Unexpectedly, Shen Jing did not show any panic on her face. She did not dodge or evade the ebony sword and smiled sweetly. "I knew you would not agree!" Before she finished speaking, the golden ring on her head suddenly flew up, releasing dazzling golden light, accurately capturing the direction of the ebony sword.

With a sound of "dang," the golden ring wrapped around the ebony sword, and an extremely bright golden light burst out, suppressing it inward. The ebony sword was unable to break free for a while.

"Bang bang bang..."

Being hit by the ebony sword repeatedly, cracks suddenly appeared on the golden ring. Shen Jing actually destroyed this defensive magic weapon just to trap the ebony sword for a moment!

At the same time, Qin Sang's angry roar rang out in the middle of the valley.

Just as Qin Sang concentrated on urging the ebony sword, the two jade cards in the hands of the clone suddenly flew out. A blue ball of light shot out as fast as lightning and pounced on his face in the blink of an eye.

Yang Yuanzang's soul!

If a cultivator's soul does not have time to escape when their physical body dies, it will perish along with them. However, Yang Yuanzang died at the hands of Shen Jing, but before killing him, Shen Jing had managed to bring his soul out by hiding it from the world.

Shen Jing was overjoyed to see that her plan had worked. Her feet flew up like the wind, and she instantly rushed in front of Qin Sang. A fierce look flashed in her eyes, and she raised her sword to stab Qin Sang's head.

At the moment when she was about to succeed, the smile on Shen Jing's face suddenly froze. She saw that Qin Sang had actually opened his eyes. His eyes were clear, and there was even a hint of mockery. How could he not have the slightest fear or pain of being possessed?

"You!"

Shen Jing felt a strong sense of uneasiness in her heart. She caught a glimpse of Qin Sang's hand flashing with red light, and he raised his hand to throw a dozen talismans at her.

'Wow!'

Instantly, all the talisman papers shattered, and the space between them was filled with dancing talisman papers. The talismans turned into endless fire feathers. The fire feathers covered the sky and were crystal clear like the feathers of a fire phoenix. Each fire feather burned with an illusory flame, like a sea of fire. The hot and manic breath swept in all directions, and the heat waves rushed into the sky. The grass and trees in the valley withered and yellowed in an instant.

All the fire feathers pointed at Shen Jing.

Shen Jing's hair stood on end, and she screamed in horror: "No..."

Qin Sang sneered, waved his hand without hesitation, and all the fire feathers trembled slightly before immediately shooting out.

'Puff puff puff...'

Shen Jing had nowhere to escape at such a close distance. When the smoke cleared, a charred corpse lay on the ground. Her head had been deliberately destroyed by Qin Sang, directly blown off by the dense fire feathers. Her body was also burned by the flames of the fire feathers and was no longer human.

At this moment, the crisis was resolved. Although Qin Sang was in unbearable pain, he felt unprecedented relaxation.

He looked at Shen Jing's body with a complicated expression. This woman really taught him a good lesson.

Fortunately, he had never let down his guard and secretly held the Fire Feather Talisman in his palm. When Yang Yuanzang's soul appeared, he could have used the Fire Feather Talisman, but in the end, he held back and simply chose to trust the Jade Buddha and use the trick against Shen Jing.

It seemed a bit wasteful to use twelve Fire Feather Talismans at the same time, but Qin Sang didn't know if this lying woman had any other body protection tools. "There is another one..." Qin Sang muttered to himself. His mind was withdrawn, and he entered the sea of consciousness. He saw Yang Yuanzang's soul surrounding him, launching futile attacks with his consciousness, while the golden light of the Jade Buddha remained motionless. Qin Sang immediately began to fight back.

As one side gained strength, the other side lost strength. Yang Yuanzang's soul became weaker and weaker. In horror, he dared not to entangle any longer and hurriedly flew out of Qin Sang's sea of consciousness.

"Brother Qin, spare me, I can help you...ah..."

Qin Sang heard Yang Yuanzang's voice begging for mercy in his mind, but he ignored it and immediately controlled the ebony sword outside to ruthlessly smash his soul.

'Bang!'

Qin Sang was about to stand up from the ground when suddenly a wave of severe pain swept over his body. His feet softened, and he fell to the ground, screaming.

He had been extremely tense during the fight just now, but he could still endure it. Now that he had relaxed, he felt as though his whole body was like a rag with thousands of holes, and it hurt everywhere—especially his qi sea and meridians, as if someone had stabbed them with a knife.

He had absorbed four spiritual stones in a row, and it was a blessing that his meridians had not burst from the spiritual power.

Qin Sang smiled bitterly and took out several jade bottles from the mustard bag. These jade bottles were obtained from the mustard bag of the swordsman in the bamboo hat. Qin Sang didn't recognize most of them, but there was a jade bottle containing water dew pills, which he had seen before.

There were eight water dew pills in the bottle. Qin Sang took out two and swallowed them. A cool medicinal power seeped into his body, and the pain was much relieved.

Qin Sang insisted on standing up, staggered over to search for the remains of Yang Yuanzang and Shen Jing, burned the bodies, and did not dare to take back the ebony sword. He endured the pain and used the remaining spiritual power in his body to perform the escape method, intending to leave this dangerous place as soon as possible.

He crossed several mountains in a row and finally hid in a stone cave.

Qin Sang was not even in the mood to count his gains. He placed the Confused God Mirror at the entrance of the cave and hurriedly meditated on the "Netherworld Sutra."

After an unknown amount of time, Qin Sang woke up leisurely. There was still a faint pain in his meridians and qi sea, but time did not allow him to continue meditating. 

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After taking two more water dew pills to slowly recover his body, Qin Sang couldn't wait to open the mustard seed bag and pour the contents onto the ground.

On the way here, he had already refined the Bewitching Mirror and used it for himself.

The Bewitching Mirror was not a single mirror, but a set of eight bronze mirrors, stacked together, with one main mirror and seven auxiliary ones.

The eight bronze mirrors could be arranged into a mirror array to trap people. It was extremely strong, and the mist emitted by the mirror array had a bewitching effect.

However, the mirror array was not so easy to arrange. It took a certain amount of time to prepare, and it was even more difficult to use than the ebony sword. The mirror array couldn't be moved; it had to be arranged in one place and could only wait for the opponent to walk into it. Otherwise, it would not be effective.

In addition, the bewitching effect of the mist couldn't last long. It would only be effective if the opponent couldn't escape the mist when the mirror array was just activated.

When Qin Sang was in the mirror array, he didn't feel any psychedelic effects. After thinking about it, he realized it was only because of the jade Buddha.

The power of the Bewitching Mirror was beyond doubt, but it was difficult to exert its maximum power in the Bagua Forbidden Land. Qin Sang wondered whether Shen Jing's luck was good or bad.

Compared to the Bewitching Mirror, what made Qin Sang happiest was the Chilong Sword and the Pingxu Wind.

With these two magic weapons, if Yang Yuanzang hadn't fallen to himself and Shen Jing, it would have been a foregone conclusion that he would win a place.

Needless to say, the power of the Chilong Sword was the best among the spiritual swords, far surpassing the Blood Knife and the Jade Wave Sword.

Qin Sang's ebony sword was sharp, but it consumed a lot of energy and required preparation before it could be used. The Chilong Sword could be used directly to fight the enemy, with similar power.

Pingxu Wind was a top-grade magic weapon, shaped like a wisp of gray-white wind and smoke. It was as soft as silk in the palm of the hand.

It was the first time Qin Sang had seen this kind of magic weapon, and he couldn't help but marvel at it.

As long as you sacrificed the Void Wind, you could control the strong wind and fly off the ground. The speed was very fast, but the consumption of spiritual power was not great. Although it could only fly one or two feet above the ground, it was enough to cross mountains and ridges to avoid danger.

For a cultivator in the Qi Refining Stage, it was definitely a rare treasure.

Qin Sang immediately put his consciousness into the Void Wind and easily refined it. He opened his mouth and sucked it into his stomach, hiding it in his sea of qi. As long as he moved his mind, wind would appear beneath his feet.

After being fully armed, Qin Sang felt very proud. The only regret was that he lacked a useful defensive magic weapon. Unfortunately, the cast gold ring was destroyed during the collision with the ebony sword.

Yang Yuanzang was quite wealthy. In addition to the Void Wind, he also had several inferior magic weapons and some spiritual stones. Shen Jing's mustard bag was full of worthless items, including silk, rouge, powder, jewelry, and jade ornaments.

The only thing that surprised Qin Sang was that there was a medium-grade spiritual stone in Yang Yuanzang's mustard bag!

In terms of value alone, one medium-grade spirit stone was equivalent to a hundred low-grade spirit stones, though the actual transaction price might fluctuate depending on negotiations.

The spiritual power contained in a medium-grade spirit stone was not only more abundant than that of a low-grade spirit stone but also purer. If used for absorption, the refining speed would also increase.

But for Qin Sang, the medium-grade spirit stone had an even more important significance.

According to the description of the swordsmanship realm in *Song Family Sword Art*, Qin Sang could now basically control the sword with his spiritual consciousness and move it at will. It could be considered a glimpse of the door, but his cultivation level was still too low, and the flying sword couldn't be too far from the body.

When his swordsmanship improved further, he could reach the realm of giving birth to sword energy, and even the sword energy would resemble a rainbow.

*Song Family Sword Art* mentioned that once one comprehended sword energy, the ebony sword would be assisted by sword energy. Not only would the power double, but the speed would also increase dramatically, becoming as fast as lightning and as sharp as a white rainbow piercing the sun.

But at the same time, the consumption of spiritual power would increase several times.

For cultivators below the tenth level of Qi Refining, the inferior spirit stones alone were not enough to support them. They could barely activate sword energy with the help of a medium-grade spirit stone.

Although Qin Sang had not yet reached the realm of swordsmanship, he still cherished the medium-grade spirit stone.

Originally, Qin Sang didn't expect to obtain a medium-grade spirit stone. He had planned to focus on improving his cultivation after reaching the level of divine consciousness and sword control. Now, however, it was time to put that plan into action.

Being a spy in an immortal cultivation sect was dangerous. Qin Sang didn't know the purpose of the Kui Yin Sect, and he didn't want to know. The only thing he could do was wait for an opportunity to escape. If he couldn't escape, he would have to do his best to improve his strength to face the potential dangers.

Thinking of this, Qin Sang lowered his head to search and picked up a jade bottle found in Yang Yuanzang's mustard bag. Inside the thumb-sized jade bottle, a few drops of milky white liquid could be seen, as viscous as paste. When he opened the bottle cap, a burst of fragrance drifted into his nose, and the pain in his body was alleviated somewhat.

This should be the century-old stone milk that Yang Yuanzang and Shen Jing had mentioned. It may have been found in the mountain crocodile's nest.

Although the treasures in the Bagua Forbidden Land had been plundered by Yuanzhaomen, it was normal for some to be missed. Yuanzhaomen might not have been interested in this small amount of century-old stone milk.

Yang Yuanzang was already at the peak of the sixth level, and there was a good chance he could break through the seventh level by refining the stone milk. Qin Sang still had the power of the Qi-gathering Pill in his body, and he was far from breaking through. So, the stone milk wasn't very meaningful to him at the moment, so he put it away along with the medium-grade spirit stone.

Ten jade cards were lined up in front of him.

Yang Yuanzang had four, Shen Jing had two, and Qin Sang had four.

There shouldn't be many people in the forbidden land who could collect the jade cards faster than him, Qin Sang thought secretly, and this effort was not in vain.

The ten jade cards closed together, shaped like a jade book, and a layer of mist appeared on the crystal-clear jade cards. There seemed to be mountains, rivers, and lakes under the mist, but they were obscured, and only a bright arrow was visible. No matter how Qin Sang moved the jade card, the arrow always pointed in the same direction.

The more jade cards he gathered, the thinner the mist on the jade book became, and the clearer the guidance became. With ten jade cards, only one arrow was visible, and he had no idea what the terrain ahead was like or whether he could pass through it.

Qin Sang had known about this for a long time, so he wasn't surprised. After determining the direction, he placed the jade cards and other useful items on the ground back into the mustard bag, sensed the injuries in his body, and felt that it should be fine. So, he carried the Chilong Sword on his back, set up the Pingxu Wind, and flew out of the cave.

The Pingxu Wind felt very refreshing, but the target was too conspicuous.

The direction indicated by the jade card led deep into the great plains, and fortunately, he didn't have to go back to the poisonous swamp.

Qin Sang flew out of the mountains in the blink of an eye, entered the plains, pressed the wind and smoke, and sped through the grass.

The great plains offered a wide field of vision, and Pingxu Wind's speed was not low. With three top-grade spiritual weapons, Qin Sang wasn't too afraid that anyone would dare provoke him. Even if he couldn't beat them, he could still escape.

He thought he would encounter a few opponents in the vast plains, but he didn't run into anyone after flying for a long time. It was very strange.

In less than two hours, Qin Sang crossed the plain and saw countless rift valleys and cliffs in front of him.

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Within the field of vision, the earth seemed to be torn apart, with rifts crisscrossing one another. The cliffs between the rifts were high and low, and most of them were extremely thin at the top, like blades, making it difficult to stand.

Separated by only a cliff, the ecology in each rift was surprisingly different.

Some rifts were covered with lush grass and winding streams, some had surging rivers, and others were filled with towering ancient trees even taller than the rock walls. There were also many places with bare red soil or rocks. Once the two rifts merged or intertwined, a more complex and magnificent scene would appear, making one curious about how this peculiar terrain was formed.

This kind of place is perfect for ambushes.

If there is a monster's nest hidden in a rift, it would be extremely difficult to find. One must avoid walking on the top of the cliff.

Qin Sang stood at the edge, watching for a while, secretly sighing in his heart. He took out the jade card to check the direction and jumped into a rift. He dared not ride the wind recklessly anymore and only used the cloud escape method to hurry on his way.

These rift valleys were chaotic and winding. Qin Sang was forced to take a long detour and frequently correct his direction. Fortunately, he wasn't attacked by monsters, but he also didn't encounter any immortal cultivators.

Qin Sang had been running in the rift valley for over an hour but had not yet found an exit. He could not help but feel a little irritable. He hid his figure and climbed to the top of a cliff. However, when he looked around, he saw more rift valleys stretching endlessly in front of him, which only fueled his frustration.

When he saw the terrain ahead, Qin Sang could not help but let out a light "Huh." More than a dozen rift valleys lay before him, converging like the mouth of a gourd before dispersing again. Various landforms met there, creating a scene that seemed very strange.

Qin Sang checked the direction indicated by the arrow on the jade card and moved forward. As he approached the mouth of the gourd, he suddenly stopped.

Clouds and mist appeared around Qin Sang's body as he immediately used the falling cloud wings to hide his figure, then swiftly concealed himself behind a rock.

In the area at the mouth of the gourd, several streams flowing out of the rift valleys converged into a pool. The water was clear, and the bottom was visible. All kinds of flowers, plants, and trees lined the shore, but there was a person lying by the pool.

There were only low bushes in the rift valley where Qin Sang was, so he saw the person clearly at once.

The person had disheveled hair and wore a white robe. He was lying face down on the grass, motionless. A series of bloody footprints led from behind him, extending into the forest.

The white robe was seriously damaged and stained with dark red blood. The wound could not be seen, but it was likely on the chest or abdomen.

It seemed that the person had fled here after being seriously injured. His steps had been staggered, and he finally collapsed by the pool from exhaustion. Judging by the color of the blood, it appeared he had been dead for some time. His opponent had not caught up with him, as his mustard bag was still intact around his waist.

Though it seemed like an easy opportunity, Qin Sang's face did not show any joy. Instead, he became solemn and fell into deep thought.

The earlier encounter with Shen Jing had taught Qin Sang not to underestimate any cultivator, even those who seemed powerless. The sudden appearance of a corpse in this desolate rift valley was truly strange.

He scanned the surroundings of the pool. The water was gently flowing, birds were chirping, and there seemed to be nothing unusual. Qin Sang was about to condense an avatar to test the area when an idea struck him. After a moment's thought, he quietly retreated to the entrance of the valley, took out the Confusion Mirror, and set up the mirror array in a hidden spot before feeling fully at ease.

It's better to be careful.

After all, you only have one life, and you can't rely on the Jade Buddha to solve every crisis.

Returning to the rift valley, Qin Sang hid and condensed his avatar, letting it rush out from behind the rock and approach the pool.

The clone reached the edge of the pool without any hindrance, squatted down, and touched the body of the white-robed man. Lifting him up, Qin Sang saw a huge bloody hole in the man's abdomen, with broken flesh and internal organs spilling out, forming a pool on the ground. The man was already dead.

Perhaps he had been too afraid of death.

Qin Sang's face showed a bit of self-mockery. Just as he was about to instruct the clone to take the white-robed man's mustard bag, he suddenly felt a shock in his heart. A sharp arrow whistled above his head.

A colorful rainbow fell from the sky, heading straight for his hiding place, as fast as lightning.

In the rainbow, there was an arrow!

Qin Sang was startled. Without hesitation, he activated the Void Wind and quickly flashed out from behind the rock.

"Boom!"

The rock shattered into pieces, and the ground was blasted into a deep pit by the sharp arrow. A spiritual power storm swept up rocks and grass debris, creating chaos.

Qin Sang, who was not far away, felt a chill in his heart. If he had still been hiding behind the boulder, he would have been seriously injured or even dead!

He quickly searched and finally spotted the archer atop the cliff. The person appeared young, dressed in a tight suit. He stood in the wind, resembling a handsome young man. Holding a bow in his hand, the bowstring seemed to be made from the tendons of some monster. The bow itself was crafted from unknown materials but emitted a colorful halo, inlaid with colorful gems. Even now, the bow still radiated abundant spiritual power, indicating it was a top-grade magic weapon.

Such a terrifying arrow must have been shot by this bow!

The young man lowered his head slightly, staring at Qin Sang. He was obviously quite surprised that Qin Sang had dodged his sneak attack. Then he raised the bow again, aiming it at Qin Sang.